Came in for a landing on a wing and a prayer today, after a couple of weeks in a strange bardo of self-doubt, regret and paralysis, unable to put my shoulder to the wheel.
John Reimringer's novel, Vestments, was just what I needed. Set in St. Paul, Minnesota, it is about a young man sorting himself out: about his difficult father, about his calling, about his confusion. When I finished it this afternoon, I felt myself again.
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